However, Chip has been gone for almost a week now, and because of that, I'm lacking good material. All I have left is Lou to entertain me, and this is what I do. (No, this is NOT animal abuse):
Yes, that is Lou, our cat. In a dog harness. Don't judge me, he loves watch me go outside, and looks at me with his big eyes as if he's saying, "Why can't I play outside too?"
He can now.
I am just waiting for Chip's response to this. If what he discussed with me was any indication of what I might expect, it will go something like this:
"Whatever blurry picture we have of the past is not necessarily the way it was, and we should just be grateful for who we have become."
"People do this to prepare themselves for the worst, its a psychological mechanism."
"People tend to identify with the shell of the person they were prior to this moment. You grow into the person you are today. What you construe in your mind is just an idea, a hologram in a sense; while everyone else sees you as something different that you might imagine yourself to be. You attempt to build up the idea in your mind, only to hold yourself accountable when you feel you don't live up to it."
FYI. I'm back on the east coast starting Friday and not back until August 8. I'm sure I'll have more than plenty to post upon my return, mainly since I just got word that my mom and Chip ate lunch together today.
Which isn't weird, trust me. It's more of the sigh of collective relief that my dad and I have, since whenever my mom and Chip are in the same room, only about 2 words are understood by the rest of the people present. My dad and I have been present on more than one occasion, where the four of us go out to eat, or grab a drink, and Chip and my mother are in their own little bubble. My dad and I just sit back, in silence, and wait for them to include us. Which would mean changing the subject to art, sports, marketing or fiction.
I don't know what Gestalt therapt is, I definitely am lost on anything that starts with the letter "H" and ends with "eidegger" and my dad and I go cross-eyed at the first mention of "The Veil of Isis" by Pierre Hadot. I think it boils down to we're just both really relieved not to have to be on the receiving end, that finally our significant others have someone to talk to that isn't just shaking their head and saying, "uh huh" and "yep" and "oh, okay." I'm actually really happy when I can witness my mom and Chip having one of their intellectual discussions.
It's one less drink I feel like I need to have.
Just kidding....


